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Annie does the rock concert – A Sequel to &l

Annie does the rock concert – A Sequel to ‘Girls Night Out – Messages in the sand’ The rock concert was happening this weekend and Annie was pretty excited. So was I. The ‘Girls night out’ end of season dinner a few weeks before had ended in Annie fucking some guy on a beach a couple of hours after she met him in a club nearby. Her friend, Sue, had fucked another guy on the beach that night too and it was apparent these two ‘girls’ had found a common bond – they loved random fucking. When Annie eventually got home that night – morning – I had figured out she’d been fucked and once she realised I was turned on rather than mad with her, she was more open about her feelings and actions. I knew Sue got around with some bikers and that they were going to a weekend-long open air rock concert soon. They’d be sl**ping out rough for two nights, tents, swags and campfires. I had encouraged Annie to go with them, knowing where it would lead and that Annie would likely have a ‘fuck-tastic’ weekend. Friday afternoon, the much anticipated moment came, and the deep thrum of engines in the street outside told me Sue and the ‘boys’ were here to pick Annie up. She grabbed the small backpack of clothes and makeup that she had packed and repacked a dozen times. It was a strange mix of clothes: warm jumper and skimpy, spaghetti-strap nylon cami; woollen beanie and tight-fitting, cotton tank top; tight blue jeans – which she was wearing – and super short denim shorts; long woollen socks and a ...

... micro-mini denim skirt, no bras, fuck knows how many pairs of knickers (for two days? – only two very stained pairs came back), a pair of calf length leather boots Sue lent her and, notably, nothing to sl**p in. Well I guess if you’re sharing a swag with someone … She had remembered my wish that she insert a little egg-vibrator inside herself before she mounted the bike and had sheepishly shown it to me while she was dressing. I had reached out to touch it but she pushed me away saying I could take it out when she returned. So there she was – helmet on, backpack on, boots on, an excited grin of anticipation, throwing her leg over the back of some guy’s Harley. I probably imagined it but it seemed to me the crotch of her jeans was already damp with excitement. She had never been on a bike before so her rider called out to her. ‘Just stick your feet on those pegs, wrap your arms around me and hang on baby!’ The five bikers and their two ‘bike molls’ gave me a salutary wave and they roared off. I was a little jealous as the weekend promised to be something special; lots of cool people enjoying great music on a privately owned farm by the river, plenty of food and drink. The guys had invited me to go too and I was tempted, but I’d seen that momentary look of panic on Annie face, willing me to say ‘No’. I made some lame excuse and wished them all a great weekend. That, at least, was guaranteed. I was left to try not to spend the weekend watching the clock and listening for the roar of ...